A parcel for ME!

Have I mentioned I have a birthday this week?  I’m four on February 1 and today there was a wonderful surprise when the postman delivered a parcel – for ME!

A present for me!

A present for me!

He joked with my mum that I’d been ordering things on the internet cos it had my name on the package, not hers.  He’s lovely, our regular postman, brings me biscuits so I always reward him with a loud volley of barks and a lively pirouette round his trolley.  I’m not allowed to open the present until Friday when mum has organised a party for me and Mak from next door as it’s his birthday too.

She’s a bit upset that she can’t find any suitable party hats for us but I’m so relieved.  Party hats – make us look like fools!

Bring on the sausage rolls and battered prawns.

The most unpopular creature in this house is…

The most unpopular creature in this house at the moment is…THE CAT!!  She’s continued with the early morning shenanigans which are driving my mum mad and is now officially in the dog house.  It starts at any time from 5.30am – yowling for food, yowling to be out, yowling to be in, yowling once she gets in – and disturbs the whole household, ie me and my mum.  Today my mum said she’d had enough and if the madam wanted out she could go out and stay out, despite the fact that it was freezing.

The up side to this is that I get to go upstairs, scoff her leftover food and cuddle with my mum for a bit.


When we came downstairs at a reasonable time the madam didn’t seem to have minded being shut out for hours as she was rooting around the garden rather than huddled on the doorstep trying to make my mum feel guilty.

She came in, had some food then tripped off upstairs to nap all day.  If she went down the beach like me and had a run she’d get her life the right way round.  As if would dream of sleeping all day!


Let it snow, let it snow…

Never let anyone tell you that a dog’s life is all sleeping and scoffing biscuits.  My family puts me to work!  The first fall of deep snow (well,10 cm is deep for Whitley Bay), and I’m harnessed up to pull the sprog on her sled.  Only thing is, it’s two years since we had any snow deep enough for sledging and I seem to have lost the knack of how to pull a sled.  Still, lots of snow is forecast for the next week so I should get in loads of practice.

Me and Mak have a party!

Deliriously happy – I’m four on February 1 and my mum is putting on a party for me and Mak who, by the greatest co-incidence, has a birthday the very same day.

Ready for a party

              I love parties!

He’s older than me, of course, but no wonder we get on so well – born under the same star sign, Aquarius.  That also probably explains why I am so fond of water though it doesn’t fit with Mak who restricts himself to a paddle in the sea and hates going out in the rain.  Me, I love all water, especially the sea where I can swim.  Actually, that’s not quite true – I hate being washed down with the hose pipe when I’m muddy, even if it is the same temperature as the sea.

My mum says it’s a BYOB party – bring your own Boneo, not any of that wine stuff.  I hope there will be lots of sausage rolls.  Me and Mak like sausage rolls.


I am published…

I am published…in a book, a real book with hard back covers!  It’s from Mak, telling the story about how he wuvs me, that I am the wisest of dogs, that I taught him how to play on the beach, that let him share my pussum in exchange for him lounging on my sofa and playing with my furry cushions.

My book

My book

Actually, he can have the pussum,  aka THE CAT.  She likes him much more than she loves me.

She makes a point of appearing when he comes to visit when all she shows me is disdain and, sometimes, a hiss.

My mum was so touched about what Mak wrote, cos on the last page he confesses that it’s she that he loves more most – more than me.  Don’t know quite how to take that.

Mind I love her more than anything as well – except perhaps the beach, the sprog, the Irish cousin, dog biscuits, the sofa and, of course, Mak.